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Harry made his way down to the end-of-year feast alone that night. He had been held up by Madam Pomfrey's fussing about, insisting on giving him one last checkup, so the Great Hall was already full. It was decked out in the Slytherin colors of green and silver to celebrate Slytherin's winning the house cup for the seventh year in a row. A huge banner showing the Slytherin serpent covered the wall behind the High Table.
They stepped over the threshold, and immediately a fire sprang up behind them in the doorway. It wasn't ordinary fire either; it was purple. At the same instant, black flames shot up in the doorway leading onward. They were trapped.
"Professor Dumbledore says you are to be allowed to go," she said stiffily, as though in her opinion Professor Dumbledore didn't realize how risky feasts could be. "And you have another visitor."
Dumbledore sighed very deeply this time.
Quirrell snapped his fingers. Ropes sprang out of thin air and wrapped themselves tightly around Harry.
The other two stared at him. He was pale and his eyes were glittering.
Harry walked toward him.
He smiled and popped the golden-brown bean into his mouth. Then he choked and said, "Alas! Ear wax!"
"You can't go out," said Neville, "you'll be caught again. Gryffindor will be in even more trouble."
Malfoy now turned to Hagrid.
It was Professor McGonagall, carrying a large pile of books.
It was Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister, but she wasn't pointing at Ron.
"It's not a stoat sandwich, is it?" said Harry anxiously, and at last Hagrid gave a weak chuckle. "Nah. Dumbledore gave me the day off yesterday ter fix it. 'Course, he shoulda sacked me instead -- anyway, got yeh this..."
Harry, who was still playing the flute, waved at Ron to get his attention and pointed at himself.